Monthly Archives: March, 2012

:D:D:D:D :D Don’t take yourself (or your writing) too seriously. Since our writing is often like our ‘baby’ or our ‘art’, we tend to take it seriously and seek to protect it from any criticism. Even the best writers turn out a lot of crap amidst the good …

Hello there! Pull up a chair and a cup of coffee (tea, pop, …) and let’s talk about poetry. No, you didn’t get the name wrong. I, Gram, also dabble in poetry, but it is not my ‘thing’. When I so, I, rather than playing with ideas as Imma is wont to do, play with the words, structures, styles, …

This week, cruising through various blog posts, we discovered the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups — Week *35 and Gram decided to accept the challenge. If you would like to join her, click on the link above. As you know if you follow this blog, poetry is difficult for Gram, but she has chosen to give …

Imagine my surprise when I dropped in on MJLogan’s blog to find my name, along with Gram’s and Imma’s, as part of his post. Mike has taken the challenge of recognizing the two sides of the brain and how they effect (proofreader doesn’t like that word, but it’s what I meant. It can affect writing as …

As you know, I respect the need for rules, but I do not like them. I prefer a more free-flowing work, applying my own rules as I go. That being said, the following are some of my suggestions for improving your writing. 1. Write, write, write, and then write some more. 2. Don’t worry …

Did you know that Gram and Imma are Besties? If you can wrap your brain around the idea that two sides of my brain can be friends, you will understand. Both sides of your brain are important and work together to create the unique and wonderful you! Each side has it’s own unique function, but they need one …

I talk a lot about my Grand monster son here, because he gives me a lot of fodder for posts. I do have 3 granddaughters as well. Today, I will introduce you to Gram’s mini-me. Her name is Kerstin, and she is 10 years old. This child is not the one to get all the …

Death hovers Awaiting his chance Seeing through eyelids closed Waiting to be deceased Awareness fades out Death hovers ♠ Death hovers Who is that I see? She looks so familiar Awestruck, can she see me? Her hand reaches out Death hovers ♠ Death hovers I rise above her Lying there in her bed Doctors rushing …

Once again, my grand monster son (4 yo) comes through. This child is about as right-brained as you can get. He bursts into life every day with joy and imagination. Last week, I was parked outside the trailer where my son and family live, waiting to take my son to work. The window opens in one of the bedrooms …